The things that do not hurt will just kill me. To think now where mine picture was is where hers’ is now. To cry over where i fit in your arms is where she will take over. To see where my last kiss was, will be her first. To feel you’re not here with me, you’re there with her, will never kill what place I took in your life. I will stand here until the day I see it will just kill you. You did this not me what you don’t see is what I do. I know what I she will never thought about, so you know I was always there, better, and went through more than anything you would do to her. So I ask who it will be now?
Will it be now?
April 26, 2011